It is not like Cheney and his friends did anything but put this country into a whirlwind spin downward. And we have yet to set the turbulent waters still.

Cloaked in secrecy since they went into the White House…it is hard to believe that they had not planned this whole mess from the very beginning. To get in steal what they could…and cause havoc just because they could.

Or maybe all the chaos was just a shield…to cover up the crime. You know how the criminals do…create a disturbance or some type of confusion somewhere else to divert the attention from what they are really doing.

Man…you know I never thought of that before.

But what if it was?

What if 9/11 had been cooked up by some of our own people…in high places?

It would certainly address the issue as to why they never really went after Bin Laden.

I hope with all my heart that would never be found to be true.

I personally believe that every covered record, tape and piece of video…recorded phone calls, messages, emails, faxes, text messages…and everything else used to imprint messages on…or engendered dialogue…including documents…should be thoroughly gone over by some high commission seeking illegal irregularities by the Bush Administration…pacifically the lying and untruthful behavior of now ex-Commander and Chief, George Bush, and his bully, Dick Cheney. And they should be dragged before some court or tribunal to face charges of some sort…if for nothing else but for all the lives which have been lost and the families destroyed by an illegal war that not only devastated a country but the world economy…as well as, our own.

What a herculean mess the previous administration has left behind.

From 4.2% under Bill Clinton…to 7.6% unemployment by the time George Bush left the White House.

The number of Americans living in poverty when Clinton left the White House under 33 million…by time Bush left White House 37.3 million.

When George Bush went into the White House…Clinton had left it the country with a $128 billion surplus…while George left us with a deficit…of $1.3 trillion.

So, how dare Dick Cheney sit around on the sidelines now…sipping his champagne and smoking his big Cuban cigars chirping like a canary over what the Obama Administration should be doing…and is now doing…calling it ‘a risk’…in trying to bring this country out of the Bush/Cheney mess…and to get this country back on track again.

Who put us here…where we are today?

Inflated gas prices…highest ever in the history of America. Unprecedented number of home foreclosures. Failed economy…massive job losses…daily bodies flying back from Iraq…corporate thief…Enron…Bear Sterns…Halliburton…war…inflated cost of living…etc…etc…etc…etc…etc…

If only Dick Cheney could have been but so wise in the advise he was shoving down his fellow Texan’s throat…while they both were sitting in the White House.

Who put us here?

And then want to question how Obama is running the country?

Are you kidding me?

I know exactly where Obama is trying to take this country. OUT OF THE MESS THAT YOU GUYS PUT US IN…that’s where.

Thank you, Condi Rice…tell Cheney to put a lid on it again…and again…

He seems to be the type who just can’t seem to stop talking.

I can’t stand big fat hypocrites. Particularly, when the hypocrites are the ones to blame.

On their way rushing to the hospital they get stopped by the police in the parking lot of the hospital while leaping from their vehicle trying to rush inside the hospital.

A cop tells them to stop prohibiting them from going inside. He tells them that they ran a red light…all this mind you while they had their red hazard lights flashing while rushing to the hospital.

The officer is told over and over and over…”my mother-in-law is dying.”

To which the officer acts as though he is making an ordinary…what they call a routine traffic stop. And he did so without any kind of concern or consideration regarding the situation of his captives. Well, that is what they were to him…because that is what he acted like with regard to them. He acted as though there was no type of any emergency…and that Ryan Moats was just out joy riding to the hospital.

All the pleading and trying to get the police officer to understand…it all fell upon death ears. He could have cared less…as you hear in the video because he turned a deaf hear to everything that Moats was saying to him.

The cop threatens to arrest him…tells him that he is going to tow his car…etc. But the cop does everything but attempt to even try to comprehend…or make any sense out of the situation…as to what is being told him. Nor did he offer any help or assistance to the family members of the vehicle of near death mother as they tried rushing to her bed side.

How had this scene might have played out differently…if…

If the occupants of vehicle had not been African Americans but some other race…namely white?

The officer might have ran into the hospital with them. Maybe…

He might have been a lot more understanding and helpful to them…probably.

But I doubt that the above scenarios…and the way that it actually happened did get played out as it did because of…who they were…or are. They were black…African Americans. This officer saw their color…and paid no attention to their situation…or anything else.

And the police chief’s apology wasn’t much better. Near the end of his apology…he states that to the credit of NFL player Ryan Moats–

“At no time did Mr. Moats state that he was a NFL football player. Or expect any special consideration.”

Historian John Hope Franklin…didn’t know him and never heard of him before. But just read something about him…how he had a way of telling our history. It really made me feel like I would have liked to have known him. Would have loved to have heard his name before now…and certainly would have loved to have heard him lecture on our history. There had been a time when I couldn’t read enough on it.

There is something about our history that amazes me. So, many many stories…as varied as the people. Stories of lives shattered… broken… and often torn…and yet many victorious. Stories of a peole who were really a mixture of various people…thrown into chains…transported on ships…carried across the Atlantic…to stand upon auction blocks…and herded like cattle.

Yet, they were able to turn scraps into meals…later called Soul Food. Messages into songs…that later transformed into gospel, blues and R&B. People who turned hardship into culture. People meant to have not to survived…but did. Kind of like the stories of the blankets infected with smallpox given to the American Indians. They weren’t suppose to survive either.

I guess that is kind of why I cried when I saw them riding…strong and tall upon their horses…all dressed up in their traditional headdresses and everything…in the parade for Barack Obama on Inaugural Day. That was special. What a sight they were…just like all of us who flocked to D.C. to see…to hear…to cheer…and to cry as we bared witnessed to the dawn of a new American era.

Wow…I wish I had heard him. Had known of a place where he had been lecturing…or had booked him myself.

Now, that I have had an opportunity to find more info on Dr. Franklin…I had heard and seen him once. He was on Charlie Rose…a show I used to love to watch…at a time when I used to watch television.

They said he had a gift…a gift for telling our history. Wow…I sho’ wish I could have heard that. Not much of it going around any more. Soon, I guess it will all be dead…all our real history…dead and gone…buried when all our elders have all gone to their graves. Because nobody will be left carrying it on. Nobody studying it…nobody who thinks that it is now still important…or relavent.

So, now…almost all of the African American Studies departments have been done away with…removed…squashed…vacated…because “ain’t nobody taking the classes no ways.” Yeah, because they need to make room for all of this new stuff…like the history of rapp. ..and hip-hop.

No one taking an interest…too busy thinking about rapp…hip-hop…and baby/mama drama. I hear those classes are jam packed.

Or maybe we should wait on others…others to come and pick it up for us…and start claiming it for their own. Like they came and picked up jazz. That was on its way out too. It was dying as the masters began to die. And would have been dead too…ifin’ they hadn’t.

Our history in this country sprang up out of the toil and sweat…and out of bearing chains in this country…and there is no reason why we should ever let the memory of those who walked before us…and broke those chains die. Nor our history prior to slavery ever be forgotten…which so few of us know little if anything about.

Teach it!

Preach it!

Recite it!

Pass it on to your children…because a tree without roots will fade away. Strengthen the roots.

Don’t let it die. It is far too important for our children…and the legacy we leave behind.

I had said to myself-

“You are going to go home and go to sleep early tonight.”

And I did get in early.

And I did shower and get ready for bed.

But then I started writing this blog…and here I am at almost ll:30 PM…and I got in before 5. And I am still not finish yet.

Eleven Native American tribes from all across the country participated in the ceremonies celebrating Obama’s Presidency by marching…or riding if you will…in the inaugural parade and various other events that day and week in Washington, DC.

God bless…

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I kind of respected your opinion until you started peddling that 9/11 Truther crap. That’s been debunked until the cows come home. Google is your friend. Just because your guy won doesn’t mean you get to peddle @#?$ like 9/11 Truther stuff without being called.

I respect your opinion…and thank you. I am happy to hear that google is my friend…you have made me smile today.

However, if you read my entire blog then you would have read where I wrote-

“That I truthfully pray that this would never be proven to be the case.”

And I do.

I would really hate to think that the horrific events that took place on 9/11 were ever proven to be an inside conspiracy on the parts of some of those controlling our own government.

I was in New York that day. I lived downtown Brooklyn just on the other side of both the Brooklyn Bridge and the Manhattan Bridge. I saw the people walking through the streets coming across those bridges. I saw them covered with human ashes and walking like zombies in a daze…while others lined the streets handing them bottles of water to aid them along their way.

I felt the devastation…the confusion…the hurt and disbelief.

Who could believe it?

The World Trade Center?

Finally destroyed…people leaping out of buildings?

And all we could say was-

“Just like in a movie.”

And it was. Except in the middle of a movie you have the option of getting up and going to the concession stand if you want to. You are not all caught up in errie madness…believing that the world is coming to an end…with people jumping to their deaths and landing on the ground just before you…as you go running trying to escape something your mind has yet to wrap its arms around…or absorb.

Yes, I really hope that day…9/11 will never be discovered to have been an inside job…designed to divert our attention off George W. Bush and his adminstration during a time when he and Cheney were starting to feel the heat for poor governal handling of our finances.

In the link where Cheney is being interview it is he himself who brings up 9/11 and its impact upon their administration.

It really does kind of makes one wonder. It was just a little bit too convenient…the timing too good…too co-incidental…it all happening just when it did